shortbread for breakfast

2 c flour, 2 c butter, 1/4 tsp salt, 2/3 c confectioner's sugar, 1 tsp vanilla. baked for 20 minutes.

mmmmmmmmmmh. i'm bad. and i'm going to have cholesterol. well, i could probably use the fat...

i need a thug!beyonce icon. you know, sometimes i wear a little bandanna over my head and look quite thuggish. you don't believe me, but i do.

my waxling, i made you another icon which i like a lot better, and you may too.

tralala.

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i'm soooooo tired that i barely want to eat lunch before i go to bed. meh. also, am switching icons again.

touch me
it's so easy to leave me
all alone with the memory

the Real World

i've jumped into the big pool!

and submitted a story to glimmer train, a huge-ass literary journal that pays a lot.

eep.

sixteen weeks. ::notes it on calendar::

i'm rather pissed at these international calling rates,

that mean with 49 minutes on my phone card i can only get a connection to finland for 9 minutes. wtf! grr. had not even gotten past linguistics, which raise my waxlet's bloodpressure, may it be noted, and into real conversation! although i did get to hear her not-british accent. so much cuter than british. eeeee.

EEEEEEEEE!

::breathes::

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"Of course not." Sirius looked affronted. "There are a lot of pillows in the world, but why waste a perfectly good dodo?"

"Especially one that's wearing a pillowcase," Remus agreed

you can't not read a story with this line in it.

i wanted a subject. so here it is. it's not much to look at, but i have every confidence it can ge

my dog is SO CUTE.

this update was brought to you, kicking and screaming, over first its own strident objections and later the heartbroken sobbing of its bereaved mother.